by Birdie Jaworski
Until the mid-1800s, gristmills in New Mexico were small, primitive, difficult to use, containing two rotating grinding stones powered by water. Called "molinos" in Spanish, early gristmills were most often used to grind the hearty corn grown to make tortillas and tamales. By 1850, wheat flour crept into the local consciousness, and as the population of Mora County …

by Birdie Jaworski
A tiny gray rock outlined in craggy black paint rolls against a stack of comic-book Stonehenge slabs. The stones expand in an exponential arc, a burst dam of yellow-red emotion mixed with icy blue spikes. The large abstract expression calls to mind subdivision sprawl, the furious cell-division chaos of mother earth egg and tractor sperm. Las Vegas artist …

Two young boys pressed through the sleepy crowds of the Tri-County Farmer’s Market early last Saturday morning. They each carried a handmade loaf of whole grain bread, one long and braided, the other round, earthy, dotted with black and green olives. Zachary Lujan, 12, handed his olive loaf to a woman wearing faded overalls in exchange for a bag of …

by Birdie Jaworski
Take away the sun, and Douglas Avenue becomes small-town Broadway, becomes a mosaic of textured cement and palm-smudged glass, the Salvation Army thrift store an all-night diner offering plastic fruit on chipped wood table. Streetlights become perfect eight-pointed stars in photographer Sean Weaver’s time-lapsed meditation on Las Vegas at night. Reminiscent of Edward Hopper’s famous painting, “Nighthawks,” Weaver’s …